❝ 𝘽𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚, 𝙋𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙣𝙤 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧. ❞
Calysta Potter had it all; the looks, the fame, the brain, the popularity... And so did Draco Malfoy. When you combine two o...
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The heavy doors swung open at once. A tall, black-haired witch in deep, emerald, velvet robes stood there. She had a tightly bound scroll in her hands, and she had a very stern face.
"The firs' years, Professor McGonagall," said Hagrid.
"Thank you, Hagrid. I will take them from here."
She pulled the door wide. Calysta's jaw dropped open, and the first thing she saw was the thousands of candles that levitated above. The hall was so big that the entire of the Dursleys' house could fit inside, and the stone walls were lit with flaming torches. The ceiling was too high to make out, and a magnificent, marble staircase facing them led them to the upper floors.
"Welcome to Hogwarts," said Professor McGonagall. "The start of term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your House will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your House, sleep in your House dormitory and spend free time in your House common room."
Calysta listened carefully, her mind already thinking up how big Hogwarts was. Definitely big enough to get lost. She would need a map, she was sure.
"The four Houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each House has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your House points, while any rule-breaking will lose House points. At the end of the year, the House with the most points is awarded the House Cup, a great honor. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever House becomes yours."
Well, that wasn't good news, according to Calysta. Scowling temperamentally, she sighed, trying to think up a new way to do those fun, troublesome things without getting into trouble.
"The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting."
Calysta immediately smartened herself up, undoing her hair from her messy ponytail and leaving it down in its soft curls instead.
"I shall return when we are ready for you," said Professor McGonagall. "Please wait quietly."
She left the chamber. Calysta gulped.
"Regulus," she whispered, tapping the shoulder of the boy who stood a few steps ahead of her. He didn't seem to hear her, or respond. "Reggie!" she whispered, tapping him again.
At this, he scowled, looking at her. "Don't call me that," he mumbled.
She sent him an apologetic grin. "How do they sort us?" she whisper-asked.
"Some sort of ability test," he said. "You've got to perform magic in front of everyone. The more impressive the spell, the better the House you get sorted into."
